When bees hum in the linden tree
and roses bloom in cottage
plots.
Along the brookside banks we see
the blue wild forget-me-nots.
Shy flowers that shun the prying
eye -
content to let the daisy hold,
The glances of the passers-by -
with brazen stare of white and
gold.
Forget-me-not!
From long ago it stirs the
thought of happier days.
For memories like wildflowers
grow -
along the heart's untrodden ways.
~by Patience Strong~
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Petals of a bright bouquet
That grow within God's earth
Masterpiece of gentleness
Hues of greatest worth
Petals made of special light
That soften hearts with care
Dotted on the universe
Soft colors everywhere
Beauty that is sacrosanct
In life it shall remain
Sleeps in season of our rest
Then wakes up love's refrain
Eyes are filled with wonder
With pallet of such peace
Filling all our emptiness
God's masterpiece complete
Resonating love to all
In such a grand display
Love within a floral spray
It fills the heart each day
Soft and gentle is the peace
That touches hearts with care
Petals soft throughout the world
God's answer to a prayer
~Francine Pucillo~(c)
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As we observe your birthday now,
Your cake and gifts don't matter much.
These common things aren't really you,
Ribbons, paper hats and such.We celebrate a person who
Brings happiness to everyone,
Someone who gives more than she gets,
And fills our lives with joy and fun.So Happy Birthday, and many more!
We hope you make it to a hundred and two,
Because we always want to have
The special pleasure of knowing you.
By Joanna Fuchs